(apologies, Francis)<\/p>\n
No, I’m not a fan, and no, I don’t like it, but all rules have exceptions. Also, before anyone jumps in and says something racist, remember, crackers more or less invented rap. 1974, remember? Norman Dolph-Paul DiFranco-Joey Levine piece called “life is a rock and the radio rolled me”? Get that bastard stuck in your head for a day or two. Like having red hot icepicks driven into your temporal lobe.<\/p>\n
Anyway, lately I’ve been listening to Eminem a lot, partially because of that specifically goofy movie “8 Mile”. Some of the stuff is fun- I get a kick out of Mr Mathers thumbing his nose at just about everyone, and frankly, we all did it when we were that age. it has the same kind of appeal as a lot of the bubblegum music of my youth, and for those same reasons, I enjoy it. <\/p>\n
Once in a while, though, marshall hits on something that hits home for me, because it’s honest and real and some of mr Mather’s shows through.
\n
\nSpecificaly, the song called “Lose yourself”.<\/p>\n
Most people can’t get through the baseline, can’t sit still long enough to listen to the words. I understand. A lot of people also can’t sit still for Bach’s Fugue in D minor. <\/p>\n
Witness, anyway, the lyrics:<\/p>\n
Look.. if you had.. one shot, or one opportunity
\nTo seize everything you ever wanted.. in one moment
\nWould you capture it.. or just let it slip? Yo..<\/i><\/p>\n
Been there? Yep. So have a lot of us. That hits home. The situations may be different, but we’ve all felt the tingle in the spine of the Moment of Truth. Will I fuck it up? Will I come out clean? <\/p>\n
His palms are sweaty,
\nknees weak,
\narms are heavy
\nThere’s vomit on his sweater already,
\nmom’s spaghetti
\nHe’s nervous,
\nbut on the surface
\nhe looks calm and ready<\/i><\/p>\n
We’re introduced to the gladiator, in ways we can understand all too well: the queasiness of the moment has caused him to lose his dinner and he still goes on<\/p>\n
The clock’s run out,
\ntime’s up, over – BLAOW!
\nSnap back to reality,
\nOHH – there goes gravity
\nOHH – there goes Rabbit,
\nhe choked
\nHe’s so mad,
\nbut he won’t
\nGive up that easy
\nnope, he won’t have it
\nHe knows, his whole back’s
\nto these ropes<\/i><\/p>\n
He enters the ring and fucks it up, but he knows sucess is within his grasp, if he can ever develop the nerve to come back.<\/p>\n
All the pain inside amplified by the
\nfact that I can’t get by with my nine to
\nfive and I can’t provide the right type of
\nlife for my family, cause man, these God damn
\nfood stamps don’t buy diapers, and there’s no movie
\nThere’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life<\/i><\/p>\n
he is driven by his own poverty and failure and resolves to come back swinging, and he does:<\/p>\n
Success is my only motherfuckin option, failure’s not
\nMom I love you but this trailer’s got to go
\nI cannot grow old in Salem’s Lot
\nSo here I go it’s my shot, feet fail me not
\nThis may be the only opportunity that I got<\/i><\/p>\n
he knows that his music is the only out he will ever have, the only way an uneducated trailer living white trash kid with no breaks handed to him will make it out, see the American dream he wants so badly. He sings, more to himself than to us, <\/p>\n
You better
\nlose yourself in the music,
\nthe moment You own it,
\nyou better never let it go (go)
\nYou only get one shot,
\ndo not miss your chance to blow
\nThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime..<\/i><\/p>\n
Most of us have had that moment. The moment when we wondered to ourselves, will we finish school, get that apprenticeship, ride the bus to Paris Island, or be a piece of shit all our life. Agree or disagree with Eminem, like or dislike him, he is saying something, at least in this song, that you probably understand all too well.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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